Friday, February 20, 2009

Taking my comments to the forefront

I spent so much time reading and commenting on the comments on my blog tonight I thought I may as well make it a blog. What the hell? I'ts easier than trying to make shit up.

Joan said...
Jim Bob is that really you? I am amazed, I have the same memory, but it happened in Horndean Manitoba. And that would have been about a month after my birthday. Halloween. I was there when they burned it down along with some hay bales....and then the cops came. We didn't start it, we just encouraged it. Then we took off like little scardy cats. And drove off in the bush to drink our beer.


Brenda...I long for an outhouse, there is nothing like sitting all alone reading the toilet paper (newspaper) and trying to dodge the spiders.

Sally, the smell is even better today. I'm taking gravol...oy you don't know!!!

ohhh Kitchenlogic.. yee don't know me at all do yee, I have a bonnet alright but under that bonnet lies a mighty hard head. And no, I don't make pudding. Mennonites buy Jello pudding. You might be thinking of the Amish. Yeah, those slackers probably make it themselves. Mennonites pride themselves on making Pineapple Square Cake, with a Graham cracker crumb crust, crushed pineapple, with a mixture of of Jello vanilla(not instant) pudding. Only because we like to keep it real. And top it off with whipped cream. Give me your aunts email address, I like to send some pudding her way.

Donna.... we would have loved to keep your President. He was so gracious, he took a Beaver Tail home with him to eat on the airplane. Say no more. Haaaa, but it's only a donut thing..haaaaaa.. I know..I is dirty minded, and I don't want to to give a sweet southern lady the vapors..

Nicole...sorry you aren't feeling well today. I have a Mennonite remedy. "Wonder Oil." Every Mennonite on earth has taken it and still lives to see the dawn. It's partially alcohol and something really smelly. I think Mennonites took it because drinking was not allowed. So, they invented a malady, and had happy hour every Friday.

Hey Jude... Love saying that..Like in the Beatles song...Nope we didn't do shit with trees, we just stole the apples from them. Oh, and there was something called "knock out ginger" we used to do. But, ouch...

Have a good weekend!!

7 comments:

Brenda said...

What? No corncobs?

Sally said...

Ha!! I remember happy hour on Fridays; only we called it "choir practice". Have a good weekend!

Donna said...

HAhahahaahaa...Only You would think to do this!!! Great idea! And as a Southern lady...there's thousands of us down here that would pay ya'll to keep him!!!hahahaa....please???LOL...Have a Fun day sweetie!hughugs

Nicole said...

Thanks for the smile. Could you please send some Wonder Oil my way?

Anonymous said...

I fired up Google Earth to take a look. It's about 720 miles south as the crow flies. It's more like the nearby town of Altona in your reference. Which - according to the link - has 31 more people! (Although the pop. has grown by about 1200 people from that time.) I wasn't involved however - I had a bigger caper - more over the top you might say - in mind involving the acoustic properties of grain elevators. I got "interviewed" 3 days later for the successful execution of that...

JimBob

Poolie said...

Exceptional post! Comments rule!

Joan said...

JimBob...If you came the prairies, you know how fast a dusty elevator can combust. Holy shit was that you? We weren't allowed fireworks as it was a Mennonite town, so we all gathered around elevator or pig barn fires for our thrills. We always hoped they would go up on July 1st. Canada Day. Cool.